how he expends them tells of his priorities.

a meaningful venture to one may be but a silly undertaking to another.

silly, indeed.

at this point, there is no choice but to simultaneously read books of different genres.

or not read that which truly entices at all.

maybe it was a blessing i forgot to go for the borders sale.

how can it be fair.

losing restraint and endorsing permissibles.

so easily close, so easily overstepped.

maybe its just the initiation.

those two meta-rectangles.

i used to look and smile, oh the abundance of it.

then it became a deep ache and longing for a lost innocence.

now, in the middle of the two.

more green tea for me today.

silly.